mercy now

‘Me’ The voice sounded young, like it came from the throat of a child. His looming height allowed him to sweep the floor with gaze and find her. She was young, and small. With some growing left to do. She was a light, dappled creature with golden eyes and a willowey form. Young enough that he had to wonder if she had stumbled away from pack or family.

He raised his head, mouth ajar, and sampled the wind. He did not catch the scent of any pack he recognised from her coat. “From you? Nothing, little one.” he said, eyeing her for a moment longer. Then turned his head over his shoulder, eys seeking his healer, and finding her. She had stopped her foraging and raised her head, moving to approach. Likely to see who the Warlord was speaking to.

"Sirius Fatalis"